Spiritual Diva Spills The Tea

From the age of about nine I have been smitten with Ray Liotta's face. It's no secret that he was the sort of good looking that almost seems like it can't possibly be human. Human is flawed, and Ray had no flaws, according to me. Factor in that tough guy exterior with those warm blue eyes, and it was enough to keep my attention for a lifetime. I'm a middle aged woman now, and I can safely say that Ray Liotta has been the love of my life. He was my literal dream man ... What I now understand about Ray is that he shined from the inside out. It's the reason why he seemed like such a perfect man. Ray wasn't prone to Depression, or deep sadness that overtook his  persona. He said it himself, in his after life communications with me. "I wasn't really a sad person, ya know? I guess I didn't really understand sadness the way some people do. My soul was beaten down at times, but I never lost that hope. And I like to think that I encouraged other people to ke...

To be honest, this is the same headspace I was in when I started my spiritual journey in 2012. It felt like the rug had been ripped from beneath my feet, and I was completely lost in the transitions that were happening in my life. I didn't understand why they were occurring, and I didn't trust them. It's hard to trust The Universe when you feel as if it NEVER gives you what you asked for, and those life lessons just keep rolling on in. Tougher than ever.  Sometimes I feel as I'm adrift in an ocean, clinging to a small piece of drift board, The night stars twinkle above me, beautiful and unfazed by the nightmare scenario billions of miles below them. It is confusing. It is utterly confusing to even try to understand a journey like mine. I asked myself tonight, "what would my life have been like had I never met certain people?" I can only imagine what my fiery, vivacious, beautiful 17 year old self would have done with her time and energy, had she not been chasi...

Abigail appeared to me, standing in the doorframe at my sister's house on Mother's Day. I couldn't believe nobody else sensed her there, the feeling that she was there was overwhelming. I asked my sister, in utter disbelief, "you don't see her?!"  Apparently my sister has a ghost woman with long brown hair, that has been so attached to the house she lived in once, that she's lingered since the year 1967 (the year she passed on). She just wanted my sister to know that she was there, and that she considered them friends. She felt they had a lot in common, and thought for sure that my sister saw her while looking in the mirror. My sister hadn't sensed her though, and was quite taken aback by my revelations. In fact, my whole family fell dead silent as I passed on messages in front of them. My family has never really been my biggest source of support, as they are really more Earthbound spirits (nothing wrong with that), and I somersault through different d...